This chapter turned out a bit differently than planned... ****************** June 21, 2009 From the Desk of Christophe X, Count Dracula I dreamt of her again last night, my sweet, fanged succubus, who has now been missing ten years. We shared a hot, charged interlude with several other of us fanged "creatures of the night." Now, more than ever, I apprec...
"What do you want for your birthday?" Wendy asked. It was a hard question to answer, we had everything we wanted, "You know what I want, I want to watch you, how about it?" I replied, "it would be a super birthday present - let's do it before we are too old." "But I only want you," she protested, "and you would change you mind afterwards." "Chicken chicken...
Note: This is a fictional hunt and capture fantasy erotica that includes elements of consensual non-consent. As the car stopped, her breathing increased and the shaking continued. She felt as though she could feel Sir's eyes boring into her through the rear-view mirror and squirmed in her bonds as her face flushed red with frustration at her predicament. Sh...
Very early the next morning, Natasha woke to find herself snugly tucked and zipped up inside of a sleeping bag. The sunrise moments lit the sky in nearly the same fashion as the previous evening's dusk. It all looked very familiar to her, as she realized she was laid near the same spot as where she had been taken the night before! As she unzipped the sleepin...
Author's Note: a little heads-up, as it were. The character of Aidan appeared in another story of mine and you may or may not have met him. While he does in fact work in the theatre, he's also a male escort. Ben, as you might have guessed from chapter one, is not aware of this. HARPER Once upon a Saturday night, I'd be doused in the shadows of a smoky danc...
Chapter 3: Chains and Chopsticks Ruslan awoke to the sound of clinking metal and heavy breathing. His lids shot open and he bolted awake, instantly wishing he hadn't woken at all. His biceps felt like they were near tearing, his shoulders were only another inch from dislocating. Somehow, during his restless sleep, his aunt had chained him in the bathtub. H...
The night outside was dark and the moon was yellow with pale envy of the Earth's dying days. He felt the energy in the air, a skin-prickling tingle crawling over his pearly skin. He felt her nearby in her mindless scrambling to escape his obvious madness she exerted all the power she had and it was but a prickle, as a bug crawling up him. She was running t...
In the first two segments of this ongoing tale I wrote about the start of an affair my wife is having with my step son's wrestling coach. The innocent beginnings where somewhat facilitated through accident, and Ambien. What has happened since the last story is no accident, and my once shy demure wife, has started dressing much more provocatively and has be...
My Dearest Rachael, When I can, when I am not chasing down Tyrell's latest creations, I spend my time daydreaming of you and our brief time together in 2020, whenever I walk through this crowded, congested, dangerous, neon-lit, cyberpunk dystopian metropolis. Where did the time go? Even though it is 2033, I can still see us in 2020, shortly after you esc...
You called and said we were going to go on an adventure today, doing something we have not done yet. You instructed me to be sure to have your pussy nicely shaved, to wear a short skirt, a revealing button down shirt, white bra and thong. As I showered and prepared myself, I let the warm water spray over my breasts, letting the water drip off of my harde...